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this whole blog is one giant trigger for everything. issues dealt with will include depression, mania, bipolar, suicidal thoughts, gender issues, sexual assault and molestation, post-traumatic stress disorder, sensory processing issues, codependency, substance ab/use, and an almost incomprehensible amount of doom, gloom, negativity, and cynicism…. intermixed with a fucking LOT of enthusiasm, motivation, poetry, and beauty. as they say, “love and rage”

i am coming from a radical perspective. here is an excerpt from the icarus project’s statement about radical mental health:

…envisions a new culture and language that resonates with our actual experiences of ‘mental illness’ rather than trying to fit our lives into a conventional framework. We are a network of people living with and/or affected by experiences that are often diagnosed and labeled as psychiatric conditions. We believe these experiences are mad gifts needing cultivation and care, rather than diseases or disorders. By joining together as individuals and as a community, the intertwined threads of madness, creativity, and collaboration can inspire hope and transformation in an oppressive and damaged world. Participation in The Icarus Project helps us overcome alienation and tap into the true potential that lies between brilliance and madness.

i have more love and empathy and compassion than i know what to do with. i experience many mad gifts that are simply who i am, and they are beautiful. unfortunately, other issues i experience are simple destructive madness that eats me alive.

it’s not a phase. i am only 30, and yet i saw my first therapist 21 years ago. i am not in therapy now. i am self-medicating. and i am mad.

i am isolated. i need a community, and i hope to find one through starting this project.

why doomcore?

doom is unavoidable ill fate. i was molested as a child, and i first tried to kill myself at age 12. what happens to a child like this? is it doomed? let’s find out… together!

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It’s mental illness and please if you really love yourself, change that name cause it ain’t doom and you know you don’t believe it is or else you wouldn’t be reaching out. You didn’t die at 12, you lived much longer and maybe you have come close to death several times over, but you ain’t dead yet. Cheers, Marie author of My Unconventional Loves